4/17/2003

01:33 AM

Logfile from Chase.

 

Bowery Street

Another one of those famous streets that runs through downtown, Bowery Street is one of the wider avenues with double lanes and a median strip through the middle that makes the traffic snarl up at almost any hour. Here the stores are more divided between those that cater to the business community as well as local flavor shops. It's not uncommon to see a few vendors with folding tables offering tourists cheap knockoffs and unusual items.

Hatsui and Inami are here.

Obvious exits:

Grand St. (NW)   East River Docks (EA)   Canal St. (SW)   Drunken Master Tavern   Taipan Bakery   Theatre   Subway Entrance

 

It was a freaking miserable day to do something like break out of jail. It started off hot and muggy, then quickly dropped to bitter cold. Kenny is not having a good day. Heck he wasn't having a good /year/. At least his clothes managed to dry before the sun set and he could emerge from his alley hiding place and hunt down some old contacts or at least find some clothes that don't just scream 'Prison escapee' in dayglow orange. Scooting from shadow to shadow, he tries not to be spotted by patrolling policemen out in droves tonight. This seemed like a good idea this morning, but staying in jail was not an option when one has about 9 more years to serve.

 

Policemen are, in Anana's opinion, generally good things to have around (unless they happen to be a particular Byakko) until things start to get Weird. However, she's skittering down the sidewalk, darting between people to try to stay ahead of someone with a headache and a possible grudge. This is /so/ not going to last; the only advantage she's got is the fact that she can get through smaller spaces than Chase. "I'm sorrrrrryyyyy~! I /had/ to!" she calls over her shoulder. "I didn't /mean/ to hit you /that/ hard!"

 

The good thing about being handy with ice, it isn't all that hard to bring down the swelling of one heck of a knot on the back of your head. But still, he is out here, and scampering after Anana. Getting briefly caught behind in traffic at a corner, Chase fidgets at the corner, and then simply darts through the cars in the street. The teenager literally jumps onto the hood of a parked car, setting off the screaming alarm, and then leaps onto the sidewalk, bursting forward at a full run. "Get back here!"

 

Nothing like the sound of alarms and yelling to make one paranoid convict all twitchy. Kenny plasters himself against the wall of an alley, looking warily up and down the sidewalk and streets to make sure no police come approaching. Whew, just some teens running through. He eyes Chase just a little speculatively though, more like sizing him up than remembering anything off hand, so that he can maybe snitch the clothes off the guy to wear them in place of the stinky prisoner garb. Not to mention get him a chance to maybe get to some clinic and have the gunshot wound taken care of. It's not easy breaking out of jail!

 

Anana squeaks at the car alarm, darting into an alleyway rather hastily and forgetting that it'll do next to no good when she's fairly easy to find to anyone with the right senses. Trying to regain her breath, she peeks around the corner, not noticing if there's anyone else in the alleyway at all for the moment -- she's more concerned with the fact that Chase has apparently recovered and is, as predicted, holding a grudge. "I'm so dead," she mutters, "/so/ dead."

 

Chase really needs to start paying a bit more attention to the environment around him, and typically he does. But, well, when you've got a headache the size of Canada, getting Anana's buzz, and are on a mission of revenge, he's expected to be a little less alert than usual. Noting that she darted into the alley, the teenager is quick to follow suit, momentarily oblivious to any lurking peeps in an orange jumpsuit. "Anana! Get your lousy arse back over here." He bursts into the alley as well.

 

Kenny would shake his head in disbelief it the movement wouldn't give him away. Instead he waits till Anana darts past him and waits for Chase to do the same. The moment the boy is past, he jumps out behind him and throws an arm around him, trying to get a good hold with both arms pinned. Meanwhile his other hand comes up with a crudely made shiv, a knife formed of what appears to be little more than a jagged piece of metal honed on one side to a fine edge. That edge is currently being held to Chase's neck. "Don't get no funny ideas now. I don't wanna hurt ya, but I'm afraid I need new duds man and you're just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Now be a good boy and take off your jacket and shirt." He'd take the pants too, but he'll make do this time instead of possibly traumatizing some poor teen.

 

Anana can be oblivious from time to time. And thus, the girl just keeps on going, heading out of the other side of the alley and not noticing the fact that, well, there's one of those escaped convicts holding a very sharp object to Chase's throat.

 

It has been a very, very long day for this seishi. Impossibly long. And it just keeps getting longer. Now he is getting mugged for his /clothing/? "You've got to be kidding," Chase mutters, feeling the tug on his arms, and then the sharp line of metal at his throat. Head lifts immediately, throat throbbing as he gulps down once. "This is ridiculous. How'm I suppose to take it off, if you've got my arms behind me, Einstein?" He looks after the departing Anana, smirking. "Dammit. There she goes." Not a happy seishi at all.

 

"Come on now, I think you gots lot more to think about than chasing some skirt through here right now." Kenny growls impatiently. "I'm gonna hold ya by your hair, don't think I can't run you down though if you try to sprint off or nuttin'. Don't wanna hurt ya, so you better just cooperate and you can be on your way to a nice warm home, kapish?" Slowly he shifts his grip from around to up, the position likely uncomfortable for Chase but it does free his arms. This could be good or bad.

 

Saaaaa, not the hair. Especially not anywhere near his still smarting head. Chase couldn't take any more of that kind of abuse. Well, at least Anana doesn't have to see him getting held up by some hood. "These are the /only/ clothes I've got anymore. Dammit. Go away." He's really much more interested in catching up with Anana and giving her her just desserts for the bashing from earlier. He smirks, and Kenny is more than likely going to feel a sudden cold about the hand gripping that knife of his.

 

Kenny growls at first. "Well they're still a damn sight better than what I've got on, so give 'em here already!" He tries to twist that grip on the hair, not being that against hurting somebody to get his way. The sudden freezing cold around his other hand though, makes him yelp in surprise. It serves a purpose though, making Kenny let go of Chase in surprise as he stares at his hand with a look like a stunned ox. "Who... who are you?" That's not the sort of question a normal mugger would be asking now would it? A look of anger crosses his face though, the knife switched to his other hand and held threateningly at the other guy.

 

"Oowwwwww!" Chase whines as his hair is pulled. Yark. He /really/ would love to see Catherine right about now. His eyes go crossed momentarily at the sharp stab of pain as his headache returns with a vengeance. But as soon as he is released, the teenager is stumbling forward a few steps, one hand reaching up to cup his bump. "Ooooooh, that's bad." He squints over at the man, smirks again, and centers his attention almost negligently upon the knife to freeze it solid, the intent to make it brittle. He doesn't much care right now about showing powers or such. Grumpy, grumpy seishi.

 

The whining probably makes Kenny pause for thought for a brief moment, before he dismisses it as the usual teenage wimpiness. The look of pain on Chase's face is not missed though and for a second the convict almost relents. "I wasn't pulling that hard, you big wuss. What's wrong with...ow!" He drops the knife and stares in disbelief as it shatters from the cold on the ground. "Oh shit. What the hell?!" A hand reaches up to touch his temple for a second as if he'd gotten a real bad headache. "W-who are you?" Darn but the guy seems real curious about that.

 

Chase is still squinting across at the other man, looking remarkably like Popeye. He rubs his hand at the back of his head, stumbling back a few more paces 'til his thighs bang against a pair of garbage cans. "I'm not a wuss, you... thug. And you made me lose /her/." Scowl. Smirk. Wince. Hand closes upon one of the can lids, and he tosses at the other man in aggravation more than anything. "I know perfectly well who I am. And you're a lunatic."

 

Namame comes into the area from elsewhere.

 

Kenny growls as the lid is flung at him, arm coming up in a swiping blocking gesture as the garbage can lid comes flying at him. Oh, he performs the move perfectly, only he forgot about that damn gunshot wound to his upper arm that he got while trying to escape from jail. The police don't take kindly to that sort of thing you see. "Not a lunatic..that was..that was the..other guy." he says a little fuzzily. On the otherhand, he's not disagreeing about being called a thug. "And dude, if you're so hung up on chasing that bit of skirt, I gotta tell ya, if they're running that hard, she doesn't want ya!"

 

Chase is finally taking in the sight of the orange jumpsuit. Alas, seeing as he has spent the better part of the afternoon and early evening draped unconscious over Brice's couch, any recent news break-outs haven't reaches his ears. But still, he frowns at the sight, and then his voice moves to a tone of disbelief, "First you try to steal my clothes, and now you are giving me advice on women?" He gropes around for another trash can lid to throw at this guy, just on principle.

 

Travis heard that, and if Tomite is there? "Wait a gods damned minute, here. Who... you want to take /his/ clothes? Damn that's desperate, and if ... advice on women? Tch, you're wasting your breath on that one. This pup goes chasing after the wrong ones. YOu getting yourself into trouble again, Chase? Haven't you had enough lately or are you just getting tired of not getting caught?"  Inami? Ok, so he hasn't really paid attention to that one just yet, but the long case hanging from its strap and over his back is pulled off with a long suffering sigh.  "Or do I just stand back and watch you two kick eachother's asses?"  He's all for that, really.

 

Kenny is dressed in dayglow orange courtesy of Riker's Island Correctional, yeah hell he is desperate! "Where the hell didja come from?!" the poor strung out guy yelps at the sound of Namame's, clutching his arm as he ducks the second thrown lid. "I need a change in duds man, this isn't exactly the best outfit to try to be sneaky in and I'm not gonna hang around here and have the cops find me, not just after I've gotten away." The patrols are definitely out in force thought tonight and Kenny plasters himself against a wall as a car rolls past the alley entrance.

 

Chase mutter something under his breath, something along the lines of his kingdom for a couple of Tylenol. His head is really smarting now, and Travis' appearance really isn't helping matters any. "Oh, don't even start," he grumbles to the other. "I'm in no mood to hear you nattering away like a hen. And I'm not getting into trouble, Anana was just..." He points off down the alley to where she was fleeing to. "Aw, forget it." He needs another trash can lid, to toss at Travis. But the teenager is smirking at Kenny, "Cops... You /are/ a thug." And here Brice called him that once. Look Chase. You could wear that orange too if you get caught stealing cars. Learn this well -or not.

 

"Saa.. what are you doing, going around chasing pumpkins? Damn.. Chase! Take a good look at your future, boy."  Namame just loves doing this, it would seem.  "Ana... Ooii, if you put your hands on her, you're a dead man."  Travis takes only seconds to unzip the bag, pulling his sword- hey, at least it wasn't under a trench coat, folks- out, sheath and all.  "Tch, thug. Pot, kettle, black. Go take a few more cars and then come talk to me, pup."  No mistaking the tones, he's definitely the same- or nearly so- person he was before. "Why don't you go knock over a laundry if you're that damned desperate, but no one touches Anana."  Sure, he can beat Tomite up all he wants.

 

Kenny snorts. "Wasn't gonna touch the girl. What you think I wanna wear a /dress/?" Duh. The appearance of the sword makes the hair on the back of his neck nearly stand on end and that's pretty creepy cuz he's got long hair. Well they tried to cut it in prison, but it just kept growing back really quick so after a while they just left him with it. "If you do wanna filch a car, do yourself a favor and don't take the coppers out on a 5 county chase with destruction of property 'kay." That's how he ended up in the slammer to begin with.

 

Noooo! That's Brice's job. Aniki is the one that beats on him. "She hit me on the back of the head with a frying pan. A /frying/ pan, Namame!" Chase protests, the old name slipping off his tongue without a thought. "I've got a knot on the back of my head bigger than my fist because of that, and the headache to go with." At the mention of cars, he scowls, "I only did that once, and I still want to know how the hell you found out." But then he is blinking over at Kenny, "Actually, I was rather hoping the cops would have chased us at the time. Might have been fun."

 

Travis shrugs at Kenny.  "I don't know, might be your thing but..... a /frying pan/?! ...Damnit, Tomite, way to .. shit. Did it knock and gods damned sense into you? .. never mind, I've answered my own question."  The sword is pulled from its sheath before he glances upward.  "I was right, Uruki and I are the only ones with common sense. Thank you, /Chase/, for spouting off like that. When we're done, I'm putting another knot on the back of your head for not /thinking/.  You go ahead and get your ass chased by the cops. Ash'll be /really/ gods damned safe without all of us around to protect her."  As for Inami?  "You'll have to excuse my friend, he's both deluded /and/ stupid, apparently, but we're the only ones allowed to kick his ass and/or pants him for it. You'll have to go find someone else. Tch... cops, indeed. And they say /I'm/ the lunatic." 

 

Kenny reels suddenly as the names are bombarded at him, he clutches his head with his good hand, groaning. "W-who... they're dreams, just dreams." he mutters to himself, trying to convince himself that the bizarre nightmare he had prior to breaking out of prison was just him going over the edge. Inami doesn't notice at first though, that his hand is bloody..where it had been clutching his upper arm. "Fun!? Fun?! You try getting shot at and see how much fun it could be!" He checks his rage though at the sight of Namame's sword, surprising himself since that's probably the first time in his life that he'd not flown right off the handle. "Can't I just have his jacket or something?" It would make getting away a little easier.

 

Chase is sputtering. Sputtering. How is he supposed to put together a conscious argument together after hearing that from Namame? This involves a lot of moment when his mouth opens and closes and the only thing to come from it are rather disjointed sounds now and again. Finally, he manages to get whatever counts as whits together. "Damn." Its sort of a low drawling sort of 'damn' at that. He flickers a glance to Kenny, "I have been shot at before, thug." Feels nice calling someone else that for once. Never underestimate a miko. "And sure, you can have my jacket... that'll be about the time when hell freezes over."

 

Travis crouches, ready to spring at Kenny should he move. "So either fight or run, dog, but stop wasting our time. We're not dreams, but we could be nightmares for you. ...shot? Tch, guns." Tomite? He's just going to get that half smirk that comes when Namame has made his point.  "I don't care about your being shot, and I don't care about what you've stolen. I don't give things away to thieving dogs, so tuck your tail and run, daken."  If Inami has begun to regain his memories, then Namame's stance should give him enough mental nudges to require at least an Advil.  "Go. Now." 

 

Kenny's eyes narrow at the insult though really should he know that word? His reaction is evident though as he yells back at the armed guy, which isn't exactly the wisest of moves, but somewhere it seems he pulled up a very old, very vile /chinese/ curse phrase. "Wang ba dan!" Snarling he reaches down quickly for one of those broken shards of metal that Tomite had turned his shiv into and flicks it over at the lunatic. Basically telling the Genbu to suck turtle eggs has got to be a kicker.

 

Chase is idly rubbing at the back of his head, smirking and scowling for all he is worth. Dark eyebrows seem to want to strive for his hairline at Travis' words, but the boy can't help but allow something of a smile show up upon his lips. Amused? You bet. And it is Kenny's words that follow that bring a recognizable blink. But as soon as Kenny is leaning over, the teenager is going to ignore the thumping going on in his head and launches forward at Kenny. Durn it. He already threw all of those trash can lids at him. Might as well throw himself at the guy now. Its just been that kind of day.

 

Travis lets out a yell that really carries no words, just indignant rage as he rushes at Kenny as well, turning his sword to attempt to swing the dull side at the thug with a force that would really, /really/ hurt if he weren't capable of shields. Unfortunately, since this /is/ Namame, and Namame is easy to piss off, the flash of light from under his bangs begins, the symbol for wall flaring brightly without any use of ice just yet.  Well, he didn't go when he said go, and he /was/ insulting. Doubly insulting.

 

Kenny already figured he was in for shit when Chase jumped him. Not that he'd be fazed by that normally, but he's pretty shook up and exhausted from the events of the day. Now throw in Travis on the other side attacking with a sword and you get a cornering situation that just spells out bad luck. "Shit!" The convict swears again, but this time more directed at himself as he throws up his arms over his head defensively, though with a wince on the left. The right arm raises higher and with the onset of the flare from Namame's forehead, a corresponding symbol comes to life on Kenny's right wrist, shining through the gap of his tattered sleeve. 'Ox' A shimmering green barrier of chi energy suddenly rises up out of the ground at the very last second, surrounding him.

 

Chase aborts his launch as soon as he feels the new flicker chi, that certain Genbu flavor of chi to give him the warm-fuzzies that he is all too familiar with and this one /isn't/ coming from Namame. All of this pretty much well translates into a skidding halt, that has him teetering on this toes and arms wind milling to either side. "Damn." There he goes again. He gapes at Kenny, but his eyes are immediately narrowing.

 

Travis was in the midst of a swing, thank you, and he really did try to stop as soon as he spotted that kanji flash, but he just couldn't do it in time. Fortunately, he was able to skid to a halt, but momentum carries through and the sword does at least hit the shield, though with the blunted end. He wasn't about to kill someone who didn't deserve it. He's somewhat reformed, you know.  "Oh..... Genbu's long, slimy neck!"  This just isn't his day.  "Inami? ... Aw hells."  Here he was all set to whoop this guy's ass.

 

The swing might have been blunt, but Kenny staggers slightly anyway as if he had gotten hit, though nowhere near as hard as it should have been. "Ow! ..what slimy neck?" It didn't sound quite right, there is something that feels awfully familiar about these two, but his head's just a little woozy. Without direct conscious effort, the barrier around him suddenly dies down and Inami starts backing away from the two weirdos. "Wh-what did you call me? Shit man, this is too messed up. I'm splitting. I'll go mug a tourist."

 

Well, considering the last time Chase thought he saw Inami, Namame was impaling him with a sword, and seeing Namame swing at this one causes the teenager to startle. He's still got nightmares after seeing that. His innards seem to lurch momentarily, feeling a little sick, and then he is staring at Kenny with almost wild-eyed disbelief. He fairly growls, warningly, "Namame... I'm not about to get fucked over by the Yin again." He advances upon Kenny, eyes narrowing once more.

 

"You going to run away from me, cowardly dog? Afraid I can whip your ass in a fight?"  Travis chooses the words carefully, putting as much disdain in them as he can.  "Go on, mug someone who doesn't deserve it. Take from people. Maybe knock over a few kids while you're at it, coward."   Tomite's words are heard, and he did see the reaction from the younger seishi, but he's shrugging the latter off for now.  "That makes two of us, Tomite."  Inami is given his attention once more and he half grins at the convict.  "Go on, run from me.  ...Tomite?"  Apparently he's suggesting that some action be taken. 

 

"Yeah, like this is a fair fight?! Two against one, unarmed while you've got a sword?" Iname does have a point there, who the heck in their right minds wouldn't run?  Then again, we're talking about Genbu here, sanity is at a premium. "And what's the freaking Yin?! If that's some friggin' gang, I haven't been no where in over a year!" Growling he takes up a fighting stance that Namame might find hauntingly familiar too. Unfortunately it's likely to be some sort of Kutouese style. >.>

 

Chase mutters over to Namame, "We need to make him glow again. I want to feel his chi once more, make sure it is /his/." And he is going to be paying very, very close attention this time. So, what does the teenager do to distract this supposed Inami? He finds himself one of the thrown trash can lids from before and throws it at the convict, deliberately missing to the left, to try to herd guy right instead.

Travis forgets yelling this time and, at a run, attempts to pass Inami on the opposite side of that trash can lid, swinging back so that the blunt of his sword is aimed at the back of the convict's head.  "He can glow some other time, we need to get him in one place."  And that stance /did/ bother him, because he /hated/ Kutouese with a passion.  "Kutouese dog."  There, if he's distracted and there's no shield, Namame won't have a ouchie wrist. u.u

 

That was always one of the draw backs of course, Inami had to know that the blow was coming or consciously raise the shield first in order for him to block it. Tired of getting hit by trash can lids, he dodges to the side as Tomite intended, so it is with a very surprised expression that he gets hit across the back of the head with the blunt side of the sword. It's quickly followed by a very pained look shortly before his eyes cross and he goes down. The ground here is kinda nasty though, but that's okay, he wasn't very clean to begin with. On the bright side, at least no one hit him with a beer bottle. u.u;

 

"Well, hayeee. Did you have to hit him on the back of the head so hard." Sure the sword isn't a frying pan, but it'll still leave the same big ol' knot in the back of the head. Chase peers down at the unconscious man, giving him something of a testing kick in the hip. You know, to make sure he is down, or something. "I'm not carrying him."

 

"You'd rather I hit him with the blade, Tomite? As appealing as that might be to me, all things considered, I'd rather fight him with all of his memories intact and with a sword in his hands."  That said, Travis lets his shoulders slump.  "Saa.. you're going to make me carry this mongrel, aren't you. Alright, alright, let's just get him somewhere and quick."  The sword case is picked up and the sword placed inside before he bends to shoulder the convict.  "Mine got burned out, so.. John's old place?" 

 

"Plenty of smoke damage there from you guys and all of your playing next door, but I suppose it is as good as any," Chase replies. And maybe he'll actually help him carry the other a little bit. Maybe. "And you can tell me on the way how the hell you found out about all of that stuff from before."

 

"Hey, at least the oni's dead, so it was worth it. I told you, Tomite, don't try to keep secrets from me, I'll always find out. You think I forgot everything when I went nuts? Summoning took away my sanity, not my memory. I have ways."  Travis will leave it at that. Better that Chase believe him to be spying.  "C'mon, let's get him there before I decide he's not worth it and drop him in a dumpster."

 

You click your heels three times.

The Berkley Apartments - 302

Clearly, apartment 302 is a bachelor's land that knows no womanly touch. While the apartment is clean, even immaculate, it's hard to mistake the gender preferences of the decor. The main room is painted a neutral creme color with a tan border that displays many different kinds of fish around the world; On the walls, glass-windowed storage cabinets hold poles, tack and bridle for horses, nets, ropes, and any number of bestiary-related clutter, most of which can't possibly be of any use in the city. Tools hang on a cork board on the far wall, ranging from different gauges of wire to a welding torch. Contrastingly, the kitchen is decked out in warm shades of red and white, with an expansive spice set and expensive cutlery visible among the otherwise immaculate countertops. Stranger yet is the complete absence of electronics; No clock, TV, radio, or telephone grace the entire apartment, and both the table and the massive bed that sits in the bedroom seem handmade, if awkwardly so.

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